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I hold your picture in my hands and cry over the memories as more and more expands. I remember you making me smile and laugh and when we shared your favorite dessert I would always give you the bigger half. I remember when you made me sad and I cried. When I asked you for the truth and insted you just lied. I remember how your kiss tasted sweet and how you always had a little spice and the feeling of your body. How the touch felt so nice. I remember your voice and how it was so soft and beautiful. You was always able to use your voice like a man's favorite tool. Now all these memories just old thoughts in my mind, but what I remember most is when I told you I couldn't live without you and you just turned away and left me behind. So here I am with your picture in one hand and a gun in the other pointing at my head. Crying too hard to see your picture clearly anymore. Might as well pull the tigger, because your love for me is like I am now. Dead.
